AN: So this is me throwing out ideas so don't be too harsh please. I'm writing a HP/LOTR story that will be slightly dark (cuz of my own not the best childhood). I was told writing could help me deal with things I can't usually so here I go. This is my first attempt at writing so criticism is welcome (reallllllllllly welcome I could use the help and I'm not afraid to admit it).
HP POV
After the final battle all I want is to be alone, but those stupid sheep can't even let me have that. It's my life I'm done doing what they want and Hermione, bless her, just needs to understand that, though I love her and the Weasleys, I can't be around the wizarding world. The way they just don't care about anything because "they will always have their savior" pisses me off. I mean, bloody hell, can't they just finally grow a vertebrate and GROW UP. It seems that when they got their magic they traded common sense (though why it's called common sense when it's not common at all…). Voldemort for instance, even though they outnumbered him and his death eaters, just cowered in a corner and waited for someone to just save them. If they just got off their bloody arses and, oh I don't know, fought back (radical idea I know) would have saved many lives and my sanity (whatever small amount survived the dursleys). So here I am hiding in a small cottage that belonged to Sirius' favorite uncle living like a hermit to avoid reporters, fan girls (shudder), and the overall wizarding populace. The only bright side is Theodore. My Teddy, my godson, my family and the only thing in the world I truly treasure. Soon I will be his legal guardian, as his grandmother tried but just kept seeing Tonks and getting depressed, and it will be the two of us off forging our own path.
I know, I know, its short but I'm just starting out and it is the prelude so…